The summer sun was beating down on Paris streets,
I had been up all night on my feet
I was taking one last line with an Algerian guitar player
There were clothes scattered all about the place
A girl all alone, in black rags, staring and giggling into space
She sat down with us she looked like Isabella Rossellini
except for her yellow teeth, and dirty black fingernails
Happiness had gone it had passed her by
I could see it there in her beautiful pale blue eyes
Who did this? Can I help you? What’s your name?
What’s your name?
She just stared and she giggled
She turned to me and said I love your songs
She whispered 'I love your songs'
she had never heard one
Gently with trembling hands she took off her gold neck chain
She handed it to me. She said ‘marry me’.
Then she started crying
What happened? where did it go?
Did it all just stop?
The love, the dreams, the whole goddamn lot?
Did the film simply slip from the reel?
Who hurt you? Who did this?
Can you still feel?
So gentle, and so mad,
So desperate and so sad
Is there nobody even left to care?
When you're lost, all alone, rambling
All the wheels have fallen off,
is there nobody even left to care?
Is there nobody? Is there nobody? Is there nobody even left to care?
Is there nobody even left to care?
I left her all alone she was smiling
Sitting in the Sun waiting for me to return, waiting on a prayer
Where she sleeps no one knows,
Where she is from, or where she goes
If I could bring back the woman,
bring back Mika tonight,
pull the moon from the night
If I could bring back the woman,
bring back Mika tonight,
pull the moon from the night.
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022